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The day to leave for The Burrow came
much more quickly than Harry or Severus would have liked. Harry had either spent his time reading,
brewing, or fucking. They were happy
days. Harry had seen in visions the
angry letters back and forth from the Weasley family
and Dumbledore. He wondered how he would
be treated or his reception this year when he arrived with Severus.
Severus had gotten his letter from the
Headmaster telling him to go pick up Harry from his relatives. He had sent back an angry letter stating his
dislike of the arrogant brat spawn of James Potter and that he did this task in
high protest and even threatened a few hexes to put some icing on the
missive. Severus did not want to leave
the manor; he did not want to return to the “real” world. He dragged himself to meet Harry for their
journey to the Weasley home. He knew the moment they were back he would
feel the pull of the Dark Mark and was subject to his “Master’s” bidding.
Harry transported them to just outside
The Burrow’s wards and put up his mask.
He thought about how he felt at the end of each summer since he began
school and put that into his face.
Severus looked and nodded at him letting him know he looked sufficiently
grateful for salvation and broken from abuse.
Harry had figured out that the bond between him and the Weasley’s was so strong because of the completely opposite
reception that he got when he came “home” to them. Mrs. Weasley’s
large motherly hugs and a large group happy to see him had captured his heart
without any shadow of doubt as to their true loyalties. At least, they weren’t trying to kill him,
just take his money.
The first to greet him was his
wife-to-be Ginerva Weasley. Ginny grabbed him with a fierce hug, kissing
him on the mouth. Harry’s smile was shy to
hide his disgust at the kiss. When she
pulled away his arms were quickly filled with brown bushy haired witch.
“Oh, Harry how are you doing? We missed you so much.” Harry pried Hermione off himself and smiled.
“I’m fine, now that I’m here with you
guys.” Harry and Severus continued to
the house and were greeted by all the Weasleys in residence. Molly hugged him like he was her own and
Harry wondered would the woman treat her children so duplicitous. Arthur Weasley patted him heartily on the back. Ron clapped him on the back in a man
hug. Harry spotted the twins last and
gave them large genuine hugs.
After the huffy leaving of the snarky
Professor Snape with a secret pat to Harry’s tush, Molly swooped in to feed the malnourished boy. Harry figured no one would notice that he
looked a lot healthier than usual at this time of year, but it hurt to have it
confirmed. It was old hat for these fake
individuals for him to be emaciated and needy by the time he showed up on their
door step. The
proverbial tramp asking to be fed at the front door.
“Harry your clothing looks nice. Where did you get them?” Ginny passed an appraising eye over him.
“Dumbledore bought them as a birthday
present. He said he had plenty of money
that he didn’t know what to do with.”
Harry surreptitiously watched as Molly’s wand faltered in the
preparation of the meal and a floating bowl fell to the floor splattering the
contents over the floor.
“How nice of him dear.” Molly answered while banishing the mess
away. She looked at her husband in a
silent message over the funds that did not come this month and the extravagant
spending on clothing for the owner of said funds.
“I
was very excited. My parents didn’t
leave me much money.” Harry tried to
look absolutely pitiful and succeeded by the looks on the others faces. What
would any of them say if he confronted them right now?
Dinner was served and Ginny had
commandeered Harry upstairs in her bedroom.
Molly had conspicuously ignored her youngest and only daughter dragging
a boy upstairs to her room. Ginny closed
the door behind them and quickly pushed herself against Harry. She moved in to kiss him again and Harry
turned his head. Ginny ignored the snub
and moved her kisses to his neck.
“I don’t think we should do this
Gin. What if your mom catches us or your
brothers?”
“No one cares; they all know that we
love each other.”
“Ginny, I don’t think I love you.” Ginny detached her lips from his neck and
looked at him.
“Well I love you. I think I can make you very happy and you
like our family don’t you?”
“Yes, you all have been good to me,
but…”
“But what Harry? I can make you feel good.” Ginny fell to her
knees and started to unbutton his pants.
Harry tried to pull her up but failed as she struggled on her knees to
get to what was in his pants.
The door opened, Fred and George poking
their heads in and chuckling at the sight.
“Well sister dear…”
“How lovely to see you…”
“Prostrate yourself towards your
betters.”
“But how naughty of you…”
“Harry to take advantage of a smitten
teenager…”
“You should be punished…”
“How about we make him test some new
treats for the shop, Gred?”
“Fine idea brother
dear.” Both twins
grabbed a grateful Harry from and indignant and disappointed Ginny and dragged
him to the safety of their room.
Harry laughed in relief as the door
closed and a strong locking charm was in place.
“Thanks guys, I needed the rescue. How can we escape this wretched house?”
“How ‘bout a fly, sans
Ron?”
“Where are we going, Harry?”
“How about we hang at my house? It will be a lot more fun.” Harry plopped down on the bed to wait for the
twins to decide.
“We can have fun…”
“Here.” Fred walked over and knelt down before
Harry. “We’ll put up a silencing charm…”
“And make sure that you have a good
time, leaving off where Ginny was.”
Harry groaned at the hands reopening his
pants and removing his cock. The hand
was warm against his heated, blood engorged flesh. The mouth that encircled him felt cool and
tingly over his member. It glided,
slicked by copious amounts of saliva, up and down causing the most exquisite
sensations to thrum through his spin. He
hardly noticed the body coming to sit behind him on the bed where he sat with
George between his legs. Harry was
mesmerized by the bobbing red head swallowing him to the root. He sighed in absolute bliss when a mouth
attached itself to his neck. He arched
when hands moved over his chest to tweak his hardened nipples. He ached as the
twins played his arousal like an instrument.
He felt so hungry for something just out of reach. He realized that he hadn’t come yet that day
and the need was upon him. He had been
gaining control of the need to assuage the heat,
but this opportunity was providence. He
released the force hidden within his core felt both twins stiffen.
“Bloody Hell, what is…”
“That?”
“A little inheritance gift I got when I
turned 17. Do you like it?”
“Hell…”
“Yes.”
The twins answered. George
removed his hand from caressing Harry’s balls and moved it down to his stiff
flesh. He stroked himself and continued
to lave the cock in front of him.
Fred moved from behind Harry and let the
dark haired boy fall back to the bed.
Harry looked up at Fred and smiled as he noticed the naked twin lean
over him. Fred had his thick length
clutched in his hand and leered at the sight Harry and George made below
him. Fred guided his member to Harry’s
waiting mouth and thrust to the hilt with no resistance.
Fred’s exclamation broke the silencing
charm unknown by the occupants of the room.
Ginny and Ron Weasley were drawn to the
strange noises issuing from the twins rooms.
Ginny tried an unlocking charm, but it didn’t work. She used a spell to make the wall see through
to her and her brother’s sight. They
both gasped as they took in the image of George between their meal ticket’s
legs and Fred with his cock down his throat. The two siblings looked at each other. Ginny
looked disappointed, but nodded her head at her brother. His understanding nod back set a silent
agreement and plan in to place. Ron
turned back to the scene playing out and glared at his older twin brothers.
Fred was thrusting in earnest at Harry’s
mouth and George had started to prepare him.
He had two fingers inserted into the tight hole scissoring them to open
up the muscles. He added a third finger
and rammed them into Harry’s prostate.
Harry arched off the bed in extreme pleasure and impaled himself further
on George’s fingers and Fred’s cock. The
moans started to send Fred closer to the acme of his pleasure.
“Now, Gred.” George needed no further prompting and guided
his swollen member to Harry’s entrance and thrust home in one swift movement.
“Fuck, yeah…” Harry gasped to the room in abandon. Fred’s
cock fell out of his mouth but was quickly replaced. George’s movements began to get jerky and
uneven. Harry bared
down on the invading length and made sure his angle was perfect for abusing his
prostate. They all came almost
simultaneously. George slammed home on
his orgasm as Fred emptied down Harry’s throat.
Harry’s climax ended up splattering over his still clothed torso. They all fell together in a sated heap half
on the bed and half off. Harry stiffened
as he heard a noise outside the door. He
looked for the silencing charm and saw it gone, but noticed another spell
circling the wall, someone or ones had watched them. By the lack of barging in and demanding an
explanation, he figured he would have to wait for the result of the show he and
the twins put on.
Later after casting cleaning spells and
grabbing broom, new brooms, they headed out of the house. No sooner had they exited the door they heard
Ron calling after them. Ron had broom in
hand too.
“Oy, you lot,
where you think you’re going without me flying.”
“Impromptu business meeting,” Fred
answered and made to move faster with the others.
“On your brooms?” Ron sped up and grabbed Harry around the
waist and whispered in his ear, way too close for Harry’s comfort, “We love
flying together Harry.” Ron punctuated
his statement by caressing Harry’s stomach.
Harry knew with that touch that he had just discovered who had witnessed
the previous scene of debauch.
“Fine, Ron, come on.” They mounted their brooms and took off to the
sky. Harry noticed the hostile looks he
got from the twins for giving in. Harry
just smiled with a sly glint in his eyes.
He pulled out of Ron’s arms and caught up to the twins, “Stick close and
grab a hand when I say.”
Harry led Ron at a grueling pace to keep
up. The twins kept close just like he
said, but out of the way of the stunts.
Ron may have liked to fly but he was not close to the talent Harry was
on the broom, but it didn’t stop him from trying, especially on his new firebolt. Harry
didn’t need to ask where the supposedly poor family got the money for a firebolt. Harry went
into a particularly dizzying spin. He
yelled the signal to the twins and grabbed their hands and disappeared into the
bright sunlight. Ron came out of the
spin dizzy and disoriented, looking around all he saw was clear sky and nothing
else. He knew they had not apparated, because the absence of the noticeable pops. Where the hell did they go,
he thought as he returned back to the Burrow.
He entered the kitchen to see his mother
waving her wand to prepare the evening meal.
“Change of plans, Ginny as Harry’s love
interest and I’m in.” He sat and looked
to his mother for her opinion.
“When did this happen?”
“When me and Gin found
them fucking him in their room.” Ron slammed a hand on the table in
frustration. He had wanted a chance to
be with Hermione, but his family deserved their chance at the Potter vaults. It would return the much needed funds and prestige
the Ancient house of Weasley.
“Well you can still take a fertility
potion and bear an heir. Once that
happens you can divorce and take as much as you want from the vaults. I hope you are ready, because Albus still hasn’t explained the missing funds. He keeps saying we are mistaken. I smell a dishonest old goat.” She continued to fix the meal and watched he
son get up and leave.
Harry and the Twins emerged in the air
above the Manor and set down near the stables.
“What the…”
“Hell?”
The Twin looked at Harry.
“Did we just apparate?”
“No, we just flicked.” Harry answered. “Come on let’s go to the stables. I still haven’t gotten to inspect the stock.” The Twins followed him into the
building. It didn’t smell like it housed
animals, but the stalls told them that is what was
occupying this dwelling. Harry walked
over to first stall that had an animal and his jaw dropped. Fred and George hurried over and gasped as
well. There in the stall, prancing and
shaking its head, was a unicorn. It pure
white coat shimmered in the dappled light coming in from the high windows. It horn looked like a glittering mix of gold
and silver shaped in a pointed spike. It
walked over to Harry, leaning over the stall door, nuzzling the side of his
face.
“It is nice to meet you as well
Thunder.” Harry brought a hand up to
caress the long face and smiled in delight.
He turned to Fred and George and laughed at the matching confused looks.
“How do you know its name?”
“He told me. Can’t you hear his voice?” The Twins nodded
their heads in denial. “Oh well, he says
there are two other unicorns here as well, Fantasy and Destiny.” He waved them over to Thunder and they both
touched the animal and a voice insinuated itself into their head. They sat amazed as they finally heard the
voice of the animal introduce itself.
“They are fighters. They will aid us in our mission.” Harry
babbled excitedly and hurried to the next two inhabitants. The others were black unicorns. Their blue-black coats shimmered between the
dichromatic color.
Destiny was a little ill tempered, but seemed to be calmed by Fantasy,
her mate. Harry, Fred, and George were
so caught up in meeting these new creatures that they did not notice the waning
light. When Harry finally noticed it was
a house elf asking if he intended to say for dinner. They all rushed to their forgotten brooms and
Harry grabbed them and melted into a shadow in the corner right into the Twins
bedroom.
They were not surprised no one was in
the room. The Twins, being notorious pranksters,
booby trapped their room on a regular basis, not even Molly being saved from
the more vicious traps. They emerged
from the room running down the stairs to the surprise of everyone present.
“We thought that you were still
out?” Molly questioned, waving her wand
to set three fresh plates at the table.
“We fell asleep after ironing out some
expansion plans for the joke shop.”
Harry answered quickly and sat.
“We were knackered…”
“So we invited our dear friend for a
nap.” Dinner went well except for hearing
about another attack on a muggle town by Deatheaters. Harry
wanted the term to start so he could put his plans to good use. Voldemort knew
about the official aurors and Order fighting him, but
a group of skilled students he did not expect.
He knew Hogwarts would remain safe from the megalomaniac, because
nothing mobilized a community like attacks on their children. He wanted the people fearful not
vengeful. He wasn’t looking for some
nostalgic battle on his old stomping grounds, he was looking for
domination. Once he ruled he could
easily take over Hogwarts, but now Harry stood in his way on that extent. As long as he lived he owned the magical
school.
When everyone headed to bed Molly made
sure to direct Harry to Ron’s room and away from the twins. She didn’t know how they got in the house
without alerting wards or someone hearing him, but she knew that room had been
empty when she called everyone for dinner.
“Off to bed and no more talk of
business. You’re growing boys you need
your sleep. Ron, make sure Harry is
comfortable.”
Harry felt a little sickened by this
woman. He didn’t know whether he would
be able to stay after all and keep up this charade for the week. He read in the woman mind that she wanted Ron
to seduce him this very night and Ron was thinking on the same lines, even when
he thought about how much he loved Hermione. Harry wanted to wretch.
Later as he settled in his bed, Harry
was half sleep when a pair of hands started to creep up his legs. Swifter than Ron knew Harry could move his
hands were grasped together and he was flipped on his back, under his best
mate.
“What are you on about Ron?” Harry held the boys hands over his head and
used his kneeling leg to secure Ron’s lower body.
“Take me Harry, I want you.” Ron tried to arch up and grind himself
against Harry but he backed up away.
“What about Hermione?” Harry looked pointedly at Ron as the major
flaw in his plan.
“I love you, not her.” He arched again, “Please, Harry, I need you.”
Harry thought about who could have
taught the masculine Ron to act the needy submissive. Molly Weasley was a
hard woman to whore her children out like this.
“Are you sure you want me?”
“Yes, I am,” Ron struggled a little
wanting to touch Harry, “What do I have to do to show you?” A thought crossed his mind to take a little
retribution against these traitors.
“But Ginny said she loved me and wanted
me. She’s your sister.”
“But don’t you like boys?” Ron looked very confused and a little
hopeful. Maybe he could still be with
Hermione.
“I do, but I need an heir. I don’t want the Potter name to die
out.” He loosened his grip on Ron’s arms
and looked sad. “I can’t see myself with
any other woman but Ginny. She’s quite
tough and manly.” Harry laughed at the
dark look that flashed across Ron’s face at the insult.
“I’ll have your child. I’ll do anything.” Ron pleaded with his body as well as his
voice.
“I’m not normal Ron.”
“What do you mean?” A spark of fear vibrated in his voice. “You looked fine with the twins.”
Harry smiled at the admittance to
spying. “I like kink. I want a slave;
will you be my slave?” Harry watched as
Ron fought his resistance to the idea of being that submissive. He would take it up the ass, but total
submission was a whole other ball game.
Ron was silent for so long Harry thought he had reached the one thing
that Molly could not goad her child into.
Harry found out he was wrong in the next moment.
“I love you totally, Harry.” Ron went completely still and the fire of
independence and self left his eyes.
“Master, take me.” Harry wanted
to gape but that would void the mask and plan he was trying to enact.
“No, I will decide when you are good
enough to be taken. On
the floor and on your knees.” Harry moved back to give Ron room to scramble to the floor. Ron knelt sitting on his heels and hands
placed on his knees. “You belong to me
now. You will not let any other touch
you, not even a hug from friends and family.
Do you understand?”
Ron nodded, but a twinge of regret
crossed his face. This was not the Harry
he knew for the last six years. Was he
doing the right thing? The resolve
washed over him and his back straightened and as he looked down to the floor to
wait for Harry’s commands.
“Good.
How good is your mouth?”
“I don’t know. I have never…” Ron turned a little red, but
still shy of beet.
“Well you will show me.” Harry leaned back on his elbows and looked at
Ron. “You may proceed.” Ron sat up quickly and moved to unbutton
Harry’s pants. He pulled out Harry’s
large member and licked the head tentatively.
He ignored the foreign feeling of inexperience in this arena. He noticed that Harry tasted slightly sweet
with a salty aftertaste. It was
pleasant. He opened his mouth swirling
his tongue around the crest, knowing that is what he liked. He heard a moan from Harry and smiled that he
elicited that response on his first try.
“Swallow it.”
Ron complied quickly and moved his mouth
down the shaft, but gagged as it hit the top of his throat. He pulled back quickly, but Harry shot a hand
out and grabbed his red locks and held him at the top of his cock. He eased Ron back down over his shaft after
the convulsions in his throat stopped.
Harry took him down to his limit and held Ron’s head there, letting him
get used to the object in his mouth. The
saliva leaking from the sides of Ron’s mouth made sure there was ample
lubrication on his shaft.
Harry let Ron bob up and down on his
cock until the boy easily took him to the root.
Harry reached his climax shortly after Ron accomplished his first deep
throat experience. Ron was forced to
swallow all of Harry’s juices; there was no option of spitting it out with
Harry’s cock in the back of his throat.
Harry let go of Ron and smiled as he
listened to the heavy breathing. “Did
you enjoy that, pet?”
“Yes, master.” And Harry saw the truth in Ron’s mind. He had actually like being dominated in such
a way.
AN:
Merry Christmas and a Happy new Year will try to get
another chapter out by Monday.
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